Monday, March 21, 2016

Nice shirt, cowgirl - Paradise Ranch #Giveaway

Since coming home Sutton has inherited herself a heap of headaches, two bossy
men who want her for their own, threatening notes, and a whole lot of trouble
in Paradise.

Having Doc McNab as competition, being ten years Sutton’s senior, and under her
employ, meant the deck was stacked against Flint Palmer when it came to winning
the sexy, vivacious Sutton as his woman. No way would she be interested in an
old, worn-out, ex-rodeo cowboy like him, but that wasn’t going to stop the man
from trying.

With the exception of the pretty as a picture, Sutton Callaway, Kale McNab’s
childhood sucked. He’d been jerked up more so than raised by his ex-convict of
a father, eventually leaving the girl and West Texas behind. Now, he’s all
grown and back in Sutton’s life, willing to do whatever it takes to stay there.

5 sexy stars!! Whoo I may need to be hosed down
after reading this sexy, sexy book!! Melissa –Amazon

Whoo! What a twisting turning, one hell of a cliff hanger, roller coaster ride
that was. Cutting Muse Blog Review

It’s a must read book. Shelly – Goodreads

Excerpt:

Kale McNab
(a.k.a. the devil) chuckled then ran his fingers through the strands of his
brown-sugar-colored hair, mussing them as he eyed her chest. “Nice shirt,
cowgirl.”

“Right. Don’t
you really mean nice tits?”

“That, too,” he
said, lifting his gaze up to her face. A second later, he glanced over to her
truck. “What happened?”

“I was trying to
find out when you interrupted me.”

“By all means,”
he said, gesturing with his arm out in a cheesy game-show host kind of way.
“Don’t let me stop you. Commence with the show.”

His gaze raked
her from head to toe and back again.

Sutton’s eyes
narrowed. “What?”

He locked gazes
with her. “You know. All that jiggling about and hand waving you were doing was
cute.”

“Jiggling
about?” She lifted her chin and set her shoulders. “Cute?” she asked, piqued.

“Yeah,” he said,
strolling past her to peek over the front of her pick-up. “Do you know anything
about motors?”

“No.”

“So why look
under the hood?”

Ugh.
Even after all these years, the guy was just as infuriating as he was when he
was a boy tormenting her on their bus rides to and from school.

With nothing
else to do, because she wasn’t going to answer him, Sutton observed Kale poke
around under the hood, seeing the cords flex in his tanned forearms. Why, oh
why, did the devil need to wear muscle-hugging T-shirts and worn button fly
blue jeans?

A second later,
he shook his head. “Sutton. Looks like your engine is shot to shit.” He
returned his attention to her with those green eyes of his. “You better call
Tucker to come tow it since”—He patted the top of the front wheel well—“this
old Ford isn’t going anywhere without one.”

“Dang it.”

She spun around.

“Where ya headed?”
he asked.

“Back inside the
hardware store to have them unload the bed of the truck and to call Macinroy.”

Kale caught up
to her and kept pace. “Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as hell when you’re
ticked?”

She slowed.

He followed
suit.

Sutton stopped.

So did he.

She turned to
gawk at him.

Kale met her
gaze. “You have the greenest eyes. They remind me of expensive jewels.”

“You can’t be
serious,” she said.

His lips quirked
up at the corners while he stood there oozing confidence and dangerous bad boy
charm. “I assure you. I’m always serious when it comes to sexy women.”

She rolled those
“jewels” of hers at him. “How is that working out for you?”

“Hm?”

“This whole
slicker’n owl shit thing you have going on,” she said, making an air circle
with her hand in front of him. “Do women really fall for your line of crap?”

He chuckled.
“Crap, huh?”

“Kale, you’re so
full of it, I’m surprised your eyes aren’t brown.”

“Hell, Sutton.”
He reached out and swiped a stray lock of hair from her sweaty face—his
knuckles briefly brushing against her damp neck. “You really do know how to cut
a notch in a guy’s ego.”

“I’m sure your
ego can handle having a notch or two whittled away.” She resumed her trek to
the front doors of the store. For some reason, which eluded her, Kale kept
pace. “Why are you following me?”

“Darlin’,” he
said in a pitying, you-poor-clueless-little-thing manner which made her grit
her teeth. “I was on my way to your ranch, but I saw you jumping and waving
around at the front of your truck, so I thought I’d pull in here and see if I
could lend a hand.”

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***Giveaway***
London will be giving away a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card, a PDF copy of the
introductory novella to Paradise Ranch, Welcome
to Paradise, and a signed paperback copy of Trouble in Paradise to one lucky winner. To be eligible to win,
enter the Rafflecopter. Giveaway runs from 3/21 to 4/4.